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On 'Promises!' On 'Promises!'
by F. A. Hutchison
Issue 14
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'The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have PROMISES to keep, and miles to go before I sleep!' Henry David Thoreau

And what are the 'promises' Thoreau is talking about? The 'promises' to himself to really live! To discover! To find out! To take 'the road less traveled!' (Robert Frost).

To become who you really are, this is the task!

Why else do we live? To buy a new boat? To have children? To make a million dollars? To travel? To live materially? God forbidden if we do, as it's a wasted opportunity, a wasted life in my opinion. And granted… 'The woods are lovely,' and inviting, this material world, but to live on the surface of things is to hardly live at all.

'Promises, Promises!' I think a play/movie by that title! What does it mean?

When people think of such 'promises,' they think mostly of some kind of integrity, and keeping (fulfilling) these 'promises.' Our parents tell us this is important. But, the most important promises are the ones we make with ourselves: 'I'm going to…' 'I will!'

Don't let yourself down, or you will forever be unhappy! Keep the promises you make with yourself, and you will be forever happy!

The one promise I made to myself, long ago when I was young was, 'I will never regret not doing!' And I have kept that promise! And I am very happy for such, now 66-years of age!

Kashigar, Xinjiang Province, China

  
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Jan Sand2006-09-14 10:41:00
Not Thoreau


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-- Robert Frost



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